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Morning Walk, Newchapel


This morning I had my first solo getting the kids off to school. 
After loading them onto the school bus I did the walk that was my regular walk the last time I was here.  I was kind of dreading taking that walk as every time I do a walk I have been familiar with there is a chance that my body will inform me that I have lost conditioning. It is so disheartening.
 But this time, or joy of joys, the  walk was so easy. First up the drive way, and it is a significant up. It usually takes two rest stops to get me to the top.
Then down at the crossroads where we wait for the bus. Then an almost level walk down to the cross roads.
This is all area I have done before, and posted photos of before.  But I have not walked in September.  There are fruits and flowers all along the way. 
With little bits comment, I will give you these raw photos of my walk. I am still fighting with what should be simple to use technology. But it never seems to work the way I think it should.

This is what much of this part of Wales looks like.  Tarmac with hedges.

These are larger than most of the blackberries here. And to be honest, they didn't look like this after I left. I ate most of them.
The locals look at this and bemoan the dry conditions.  It is "so brown"



Willowweed or Fireweed.  This is a non native plant from North America that adorns the road ways. It is at the end of its season but still beautiful
 

Something in the family Apiaceae or Umbelliferae. Cousin to parsley, carrot, Queen Anne's lace and all sorts of things along the road side in California.





An escapee from the neighbor's garden





Back at the cider shed

W's favorite flower.  She checks it every day on her way home from the bus.



And back at last to my joy at the bottom of the apple orchard.

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